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txt: Pippa (ne fais pas ça)
Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.
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closed starter for pippa feng ( @pipmojis ) -> fight club, saturday 8:02pm
The openers loud, crusty sound pulses through the walls into the green room; Noa hates it, hates them, wishes Monty would've booked literally any other local shlumps to open. Beyond sounding like shit, their name is fucking stupid. Dickache? Of all the bands to choose from, Monty had selected the one with an STD side effect?
"I prefer the openers from Cincinnati. At least they could play." Noa shakes his head. Eventually, he turns to Pippa, the only other person in the room. He considers her, decides if he really wants to aggravate the already tense situation. Treading carefully, he shifts his attention when he speaks.
"We might never have to worry about openers again."